TRUTH IS STRANGER THAN FICTION

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 37; the thirty-seventh edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is “Truth is stranger than fiction”

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Is truth absolute or relative ?

Is truth what you hear or what you see?

Truth alters with time , metamorphoses through minds

TRUTH ; it’s in the very trice…

FICTION ; I cut it slice by slice…

I state my past as facts,as truth ,but future floats as a fiction,

truth reins me , I restrain  the fiction,

but fiction should make sense ,means truth can be nonsensical

or is it so paradoxical?

FICTION : I mold it as per my comfort

I hold it ,erase it, shipshape it~~ till my hoggish heart surfeits,

till my overtaxed  reflexes, relaxes,

It’s like a twilight that enhances every junction,

it’s my creation with core conviction

TRUTH: I tried to mold it ,manipulate it,

but it outshone with poise,

it tunneled through and through,

I had obstinately no choice..

Truth is in the mother -child bond,

It’s in the scare of being forlorn..

Truth could be found in the gleam of the little girl’s  eyes

When she holds tightly her favorite toys..

It disencumbers , sets me free,

I close my eyes , still I can see..

Truth is self -sustained ,no pillars,no foundation

it’s beyond words ,hitherto has no description

TRUTH really is strange , stranger than FICTION…..

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“..and then there were none “

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 36; the thirty-fifth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is “and then there were none”

The big haversack, rugged ,messy, mucky ,in shreds

agog for his per diem sojourn…

To gaze the flocks of colorful feathers,

to chase the on-road fellow riders.

Rows of dahlias and poppies,

lurking from balconies hails him..

He is enthralled and stupefied,

suddenly the brakes are applied..

jumping and bumping, now, on a shoulder- ride

A second slipped ,a familiar stroke he sipped

Aah!! it was the only one, the last one ,one last letter

and that too is now delivered..

Oh!! it left me empty ,it left me devoid

..and then there were none ,he ogled inside,

Hundreds of strokes flipped in his mind ,

Zillions of expressions did unwind,

dubious ,subtle,dialated eyes ,cheeks puffed up,

he captured those winks of triumph and cheer..

 even  the spells of grief and despair..

How wondrous he found himself  , he carries so many mysteries around,

he escorts in, memories,colored ,hued

 strings in, sometimes, what you just mused..

plays hopscotch ,runs,rides and comes to you across the miles

spine tingling he is ,together with him, rides both, the tears and the smiles…

Isn’t this a miracle ??

It comes from within the postman’s haversack magical …

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